#i needed to write this out

[supertransural]

in heaven:

okay everyone so you’ve all been selected to be assigned a human, your job is going to be to keep them out of trouble until they perform their unbeknownst heavenly duties. everybody take your pick :)

so we have dennis, 16, high school student, main focus is going to be keeping him away from weed — okay here you go… then we have christie, 34, her marriage is failing so you may have to counsel her a bit… perfect thank you for volunteering. uhh who’s next.. right, henry, 52, no real focus to speak of, he’s just clumsy, so watch out for when he’s cooking with knifes — right off you pop. andddd… dean, 29… oh he’s a doozy. i mean this one would be a 24/7 charge, no breaks. veeeery dysfunctional. psychologically challenged, damaged, in danger round the clock, and currently locateeed… in hell.

cas: give.

[datamodel-of-disaster]

Sort of wonder if anyone else experiences this.

When I'm confronted with things I can't deal with (in my case, usually demanding life responsibilities, or situations where admin stuff and organization and planning is required on my part), I get hit with this incredibly leaden exhaustion. Like from one moment to the next, my brain is suddenly all fog and molasses, and it gets hard to even hear people let alone process what they're saying, and everything hurts in a very hard to describe way, and I can't think, all I want is to be gone.

And sometimes I am gone, for a while. And other times, I can bite my teeth and muddle through. And sometimes I think I wasn't gone but I find posts in my drafts where I desperately fantasize about closing my eyes and never waking up and they don't feel like anything I would say.

It's not voluntary. It's not just "having a bad day" or "not feeling like doing a thing", it's like all of my brain and body goes into some kind of emergency shutdown mode and it costs all my strength to just stay conscious. And it can happen at any time.

Anyway, am I alone?

[deceptive-daydreams]

might fuck around and make myself a nice bath and rewatch euphoria cause although I’m fully in a depression I also deserve to feel like a princess so I will now be princess depression🤷‍♀️

[gunpowdercarousel]

I don't need therapy I need rabid gay people freaking out in my inbox

[deusfoundry]

thinking about calling up ex!sylus after a fight in some random alley in the n109 zone ends horribly. in your eyes, the world is spinning. you stumble into a wall and let gravity slide you down on your knees. and there's blood. so much blood. but you're alive, thankfully. you can't say the same for the five guys who ganged up on you.

you fish around your pocket for your phone, struggling to unlock it with your slick, red fingers. once you're in, instinct takes over reason. you call the one person you know will make it to you in time.

the phone rings once. twice. it's the most agonizing five seconds of your life as the pool of red on your feet grows bigger.

when his voice cuts through the silence, you waste no time in telling him what's happened to you.

you're far too gone to really consider the words you choke out. you can only hope that it's enough for sylus to find you as your vision goes dark and your consciousness slips.

he arrives in less than ten minutes, with the help of mephisto who he sent out to locate you.

his heart sinks when his eyes catch the trail of blood leading into the alley. he steps off his bike and runs. one defeaning thud of his boots on the concrete after the other.

he finds you soon enough. and with the state you've been left in, he's inclined to think of the worst.

sylus kneels before you. he wills his fingers to stop shaking as they inch closer to your neck. a weight is lifted off his shoulders when he feels your pulse that's barely there. it's weak, but it means only one thing. that you're alive.

he takes you back to his manor. large hands work to delicately patch you up.

you'll have much to talk about when you wake up—if the desperation in his voice as he begs you to keep yourself awake is anything to go by. if what you had uttered before falling unconscious (faint, broken whispers of i love you. the kind that he only used to hear in the dead of the night on his bed, with you in his arms) should mean anything.

[the-palelady]

cowboy!ghost is soooo desperate to get his hands on the cute nurse he’s had his eyes set on since he showed up in town.

the last patient for the day is already making their way to the exit when he steps inside the dingy clinic. he’s calm. too calm for a man who’s got the image of you writhing beneath him in pleasure sitting so vividly in his mind.

you greet him with that same saccharine smile, uttering something about how you were almost done for the day. the rest of your words were lost to the wind.

amber irises followed the sway of your hips, the natural pout of your lips as you concentrated on finishing up your doctor’s notes.

you were oblivious to the way he stalked up behind you, a bear cornering its prey, pinning it down with the shadow of its massive form. his hands find the edge of the desk, and you’re caged.

and he almost falls to his knees seeing how tiny you are beneath him, head knocking against his chest when you stand up to your full height.

a gasp leaves you, eyes darting up to look at your reflection in the window, but all you see is the darkness in his eyes, cloudy with something that has your thighs pressing together, the apples of your cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink.

ghost doesn’t let you get a word in, instead leaning down to press his lips to the shell of your ear.

“kept me waitin’ long enough, love. i’ll apologize to the doc tomorrow for the mess m’about to make.”

[prlssprfctn]

Cryptid!Alfred, who is actually immortal. Like, he cannot die for forever - he did once, during the war, and after that... for some reason, he kept coming back, completely without any additional magical help. He sometimes dies again, and then mysteriously comes back on the next morning, as if nothing happened. Bruce used to it at some point, so instead of asking questions (Alfred has no answers, anyway) he just pretends that it is normal. He gaslights kids to think the same. Like, what do you mean he died, Damian? No, he is alrightish. Look in the kitchen, he is making us breakfast. It probably was just a bad dream.

So, when Jason dies and gets back? Oh, Alfred knows his grandson has the same curse/blessing. Because it wasn't the Lazarus Pit that brought Jason back after all, but some strange, unexplainable force. Perhaps, both of them are just bound to end up as guardians, as warriors and protectors - that's why they keep coming back.

...Nevertheless, it doesn't make their family less... anxious about the whole thing. These two from the other side? Oh, they absolutely enjoy their immortal hang-out hours.

Jason: What was your funniest death?

Alfred: I am going to say... that one time, when I was teaching young master Bruce using a hunting rifle, and he accidentally shot me. I came back in fifteen minutes, and, of course, a poor thing was sobbing, but afterwards he was doing all chores for a month. Wonderful days.

Jason: Damn, poor Brucie... My funniest gotta be that one time, when Roy and I got drunk, and I legit jumped off the building because I thought I can fly. Roy had never got sober that quick.

(The first time Jason dies on the family's watch)

Dick, sobbing: Alfred... Alfred... He died! His neck was snapped! How can I live-

Alfred, casually leaning to snap Jason's neck again: Wake up, my boy.

Jason, dramatically gasping for air: Damn, who made me a massage, while I was sleeping?

Tim: What. The. Fuck.

[heartorbit]

MWAH!

[cairafea]

my favourite genre of seventeen is when they're straight up lying

ref:

[writersdrug]

If you smack your boyfriend's ass...

Captain John Price will snap his head up, looking at you with a confused but intrigued expression, rubbing his behind in slight shock. "What's that for, luv?"

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick will throw back his head and laugh, rubbing his ass and smiling at you. "Been workin' out more - is it paying off?" He'll say, looking back at his own ass.

Simon "Ghost" Riley will let out a shocked grunt. "Oi, little wanker-" he'll quickly grab you by the waist before you can scramble away and give you a few sharp pats to your ass.

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish will chuckle mischievously, putting down whatever he'd be doing. "Right, askin' for it now, cheeky-" he'll say, chasing you into to the bedroom.

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

On my way to become Nightwing lol

I'ma be an older sibling soon but I feel vaguely weirded out? It feels vaguely lonely? I feel old too old?

I never thought I would have a baby nibbling. Reading about Dick's and Damian sibling dynamic is helping me, somehow it's comforting. Makes me feel less weird about being so much older.

Like, is that going to be me in how many years?? Am I running the risk of Nightwinging? God I already dress in mostly black's and blues oh no I've already started the metamorphosis. Save yourself's and start dressing like a traffic light then you only run the risk of getting benched by furry dad.

No but It's nice being able to write this somewhere. I've always taken comfort in the media with close friends and found family type of bonds or just close relationships at all. I remember watching everything I could get my tiny hands on clips on youtube to cheap CDs at the store.

I want to show them someday, maybe not. I take such deep comfort in these old shows and I think I want to keep it to myself for now.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[feefal]

Wanna make a drawing that’s inspired by the whole “Eve was created from the rib of Adam”.

I imagine it would take a lot of rib bones to construct a whole adult skeleton, so it’ll be a feral, bloodied Eve standing amidst a pile of crumpled Adam’s with their rib bones stolen

[thechy-fychannel]

the house md writers rly missed an opportunity with the whole "universal donor/universal recipient" blood types thing by not having a scene where house is dying of blood loss and wakes up to an iv going straight from wilson's arm into his own

[badninken]

chaos, cabbage and comics

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.